Contributions by Isabel Yap

Queens Outside the Filipino restaurant where the overzealous keyboardist drowned our chatter, Marie suggests a trip to the Filipino bakery. It sounds like a good plan; we donâ€™t know yet the store is closed. I never craved the taste of home until we left. The train screams repeatedly overhead.…

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